The husband and wife were afraid that they would wake up Bo Xiaoyi who was sleepwalking, so they followed Bo Xiaoyi out of the room lightly, and watched him come all the way to the studio where Mu Wanwan usually used to paint.
Seeing this scene, Mu Wanwan became more and more worried. She lowered her voice and said to Bao Sihan who was beside her: "When Xiao Yi used to sleepwalk, at most he just walked around the room and never left the room."
"Don't worry, sleepwalking patients often make some subconscious actions. Xiao Yi also likes to draw, maybe it's just because of his daily habits." Bao Sihan squeezed Mu Wanwan's hand, and comforted him in a soft voice.
Bo Sihan's words reassured Mu Wanwan, and the two followed Bo Xiaoyi into the studio, watching Bo Xiaoyi take a tube of black paint, sit in front of a clean white canvas, and start painting seriously.
Bo Xiaoyi's hands moved quickly, he directly dipped his hands in paint and began to paint, and soon, a strange sentence appeared on the canvas.
Mu Wanwan and Bao Sihan have been standing behind Bo Xiaoyi watching his movements. Under their eyes, Bo Xiaoyi finished drawing a picture.
Also after the last stroke was made, Bo Xiaoyi seemed to suddenly lose his strength, and fell to the ground as soon as his body softened.
Fortunately, Bao Sihan was prepared, and reached out his hand to support Bao Xiaoyi's small body in time, preventing him from falling to the ground.
Seeing Bao Xiaoyi fall into a deep sleep again, both Bao Sihan and Mu Wanwan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Bao Sihan gently sent Bo Xiaoyi back to the room to rest.
After Bao Sihan left, Mu Wanwan turned on the light in the studio, and looked at the painting that Bo Xiaoyi had just drawn.
It was a painting completely different from Bo Xiaoyi's usual style.
Bo Xiaoyi's usual paintings seem to be full of positive energy, but the painting in front of him has a gloomy atmosphere no matter how you look at it. There is only darkness in the whole painting, and the messy scroll is full of rough and winding roads , It makes people feel creepy just looking at it.
Mu Wanwan could clearly feel the dark emotions hidden in this painting, and this emotion even affected her through this painting, which made her feel a little worried about Bo Xiaoyi's heart.
Only a person whose heart is full of haze can make such a painting.
Although Bo Xiaoyi drew this painting because of sleepwalking, Mu Wanwan couldn't help but start to worry.
She always felt that there was something wrong with the painting.
Just when Mu Wanwan was getting more and more uneasy, Bao Sihan walked over quickly, stretched out his hand and put his arms around her shoulders, and placed a soft kiss on her forehead: "This painting goes to the end." What do you want to express?"
The painting on the canvas looks very gloomy, but it is just some lines, which seems very disorganized, and there is a winding mountain in the lower right corner, and it is not known whether it is a real place.
"I look at this painting, it looks like a map." Mu Wanwan stared at the painting, and said seriously.
After hearing this, Bo Sihan followed Mu Wanwan's gaze towards the painting, and he really found something.
Just as what Mu Wanwan said, the painting in front of me really looks like a map, with the locations of some mountains and rivers accurately marked on it, which made the husband and wife take a second look, but I couldn't see what place was recorded on this map. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com